America stood outside Englands house, fingering the little black box in his pocket nervously. He felt it was time to propose to England and was nervous as hell. His plan was to take him to a movie, then to dinner and then go to his favourite spot in the palace gardens and pop the question. Canada and France had helped him pick out the ring, making sure that it was vauguely manly. America had a matching one in his other pocket so England wouldn't feel too much like a girl. It was perfect. Except he hadn't thought of Englands relatives being there, hell, he didn't even know their names properly. Heaving a deep sigh America rang the doorbell.
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Ding dong!
When they heard the doorbell the five nations all raced to the hall.
'I wanna open it!' Wales cried.
'Think again Laddie! I'm going to see if this America is suited to England.'
'Why do you care if he's suited to England?' Ireland asked.
'Because laddie, he might end up our new brother in law.' Scotland explained.
'aww, thats cute!' Northern Ireland exclaimed.
'Urgh. Shut up all of you! My boyfriend, I open the door!' England yelled, at the same time opening the door quickly.
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As soon as he opened the door his four brothers swarmed out, surrounding America.
'Right then! You'll be the laddie who's involved with our England then?'
'Yup, I'm America!'
'Scotland. Thats Wales, Ireland and Northen Ireland.' Scotland said, introducing himself and his brothers. Wales stepped forward and stared at America.
'Hi there Wales, you're the one I spoke to on the phone, right?'
'Yup, thats me.'
'Nice to meet you in person.' America said, taking in Wales' appearence. Wales was shorter than England and looked a little younger too. He had brown hair, grey eyes
and looked quite innocent, well, except from the tattoo of the welsh dragon and the beer in his hand.
Americas attention turned to the Ireland brothers, who were ginger haired and blue eyed, neither of them seemed to like the other, shooting eachother murderous glances. Also, they both seemed to have guns on them, which set america on edge. Seeing America's discomfort England went and embraced him lovingly, resting his head on the taller nations chest.
'Hey there.' America said quietly.
'Hello.' England whispered, before his lips were captured by Americas.
'EWWWW.'
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Sighing, England pulled away from America and shot his brothers death glares, which sent them all running for their lives. Angry England was scary as hell.
'Sorry about them America. Bloody idiots just turned up this morning and demanded to stay.'
'I don't mind, they seem... Cool.'
'Liar, you looked scared shitless.'
'I wasn't that scared. But c'mon! One of them is wandering round drunk, another seems to have training in interrogation and is very angry lookin' and the two brothers have GUNS.' England laughed.
'God, my family make you lot sound sane!'
'They do.' America agreed. 'How the hell do you put up with 'em?'
'A lot of experience. Plus, they're my brothers, I actually have to love them.' America smiled at England, then asked:
'So, we still on for a movie?'
So, yeah.
Chapter 2.
I kinda wrote this at 3am, so it's pure insomnia fail tbh :/
oh well.
I like it so, XP
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